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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
I now how a second account for spirituality and mindfulness, so come find me @apollolueur if you want
I won’t be neglecting this account anymore than normal
I once read a post and it referred to being a devotee of Apollo as being a “sunchild” and I’ve been calling myself that ever since
Dionysus: "Do twins have the same sized dick?"
Hermes: "Now we’re asking the real questions."
Apollo: "As a twin, I can say my dick is definitely bigger than my sister's."
Does anyone else feel an incredibly strong connection to any of the gods to the point you feel as if your soul has once met them??
“I swear to be earth and wind whirling over your bones.”
— Octavio Paz, from ‘Wind from All Compass Points’, A Tale of Two Gardens
Apollo, as a cowherd: okay first
Apollo: WE MILK THIS TIDDY 🎶🎶
greek mythology | gods & goddesses | Κλυτία
→ Clytie was a water nymph, apart of the Oceanids. When her lover Helios abandoned her for Leucothoe, she stripped herself naked, starved herself, and for nine days stared at the sun. After nine days, she was turned into a turnsole, which turned its head longingly at Helios’ chariot of the sun.
“At the touch of the wind the cypresses open like a curtain to reveal on the hill ethereal nymphs waving in rhythmical motion,”
— Ioanna Tsatsou, tr. by Jean Demos, from The Collected Poems; “Peace,”
Zakynthos
Vicente Romero Redondo (Spanish, b. 1956). Pastel on paper. 2015.
“You seem already to belong to another world;”
— Mary Shelley, from “Mathilda,” originally published c. October 1812
From Scylla / Demi Ev. Published in Letters to the Throat;
The Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.